Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 389

**Chapter 389**

Yet, Jayceon chose not to confront her about it.

With a gentle motion, he encircled Arabella’s waist, pulling her closer into the warmth of his embrace. The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them suspended in this moment.

He gazed deeply into her eyes, his voice soft yet probing as he inquired, “You really have feelings for Franklin’s son, don’t you?”

Even though his tone was mild, it sent a shiver of apprehension down Arabella’s spine, igniting a spark of fear that she couldn’t quite shake off.

Arabella found herself frozen, unable to muster a single word in response to his question. The grip of his hand on her waist tightened almost instinctively, as if he were trying to anchor her to him.

Desperate to break the tension, she blurted out, “Jayceon, the gown Mr. Group gave me… I’ve already worn it, so it wouldn’t be fair to return it. I’ll pay him back tomorrow. I swear, I won’t accept anything from him ever again. Can you just let me go home, please?”

His expression was inscrutable, leaving Arabella feeling vulnerable under his gaze. “Figured it out?” he asked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge.

Arabella nodded vigorously, her heart racing with a mixture of hope and dread.

Jayceon leaned in slightly, his eyes searching hers. “So, no more lies to me?”

She shook her head emphatically, determination fueling her response.

“Then,” he said, a hint of something softer in his voice, “will you allow me the chance to make things right between us?”

Arabella gritted her teeth, her heart pounding. She nodded again, this time with even more urgency.

In that moment, she felt as if she would agree to anything he asked, even if he claimed to be her father. The thought of stepping onto that helicopter was utterly terrifying.

As Jayceon’s features loomed closer, a sense of foreboding washed over her. Instinctively, she reached out, trying to push him away, but he caught her hand, pressing it gently against his chest. Lowering his head, he placed a soft kiss on her brow, whispering, “Be good.”

Before she could process his words, he suddenly bent down, scooping her into his arms with surprising ease.

Arabella gasped, caught off guard by the abruptness of his actions. Panic surged through her as she saw him striding purposefully toward the helicopter, her heart racing with each step he took.

In a burst of adrenaline, she wriggled free from his embrace, but he swiftly hoisted her back onto his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all.

Her head spun, blood rushing to her cheeks as she clutched at his suit jacket with one hand, her other hand pounding against his back. “Jayceon, you lunatic, put me down!” she shouted, her voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

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